Chapter 92: The Uninvited Guest [R-18]

“…You’re not taking me with you today either?”

Seojin’s voice, thin and low, echoed softly behind Rio as he stood by the door.

“No.”

His reply, as he turned slightly, was simple.

Seojin stood with the morning sun at her back. She hadn’t showered yet and was still bare-skinned, but below her waist, a chastity belt glinted coldly.

“After putting me in this state…”

Traces of the previous night still lingered on her body, and those traces made her look even more docile.

A red kiss mark had yet to fade from the nape of her neck, visible through her messy hair, and the slightly awkward gap between her thighs subtly drew the eye.

“I liked it when you were waiting for me at the door when I came back yesterday.”

“But you used to say we always had to go together…”

At her slightly hurt tone, Rio wrapped his arms around Seojin’s waist. Their body heat seeped between her bare skin and his shirt.

“You must like that I come straight home now, instead of running around.”

He kissed Seojin’s forehead, then his lips slid down to her cheek, and then to her lips, a series of short kisses.

Seojin simply leaned into his embrace, her lips slightly parted.

“So… wait for me nicely today, too.”

He caressed her cheek one more time and gave her one last kiss. Just before the door closed, letting in a swirl of the hallway’s cool air, she caught a glimpse of Rio’s smiling face.

“My good puppy.”

Seojin stared at the entryway where Rio had left for a long while before slowly turning back.

His word echoed in her mind.

Wait.

That single word was like a spell that defined the shape of her entire day.

Wondering what to do today in the time he was gone, Seojin scratched her cheek and pulled out a wet wipe. The heat and traces of yesterday came flooding back, superimposed over the white cloth.

The streak of saliva on the armrest, the slick of her fluid that had smeared along Rio’s thigh, the imprint of his lips, and the faint trace of body heat left on every spot they had occupied.

One wet wipe, then two.

She cleaned diligently, with the skill she’d honed from years of cleaning the one-room apartments she had mostly lived in alone.

The only differences were the scale of this house and the fact that every spot she wiped was a place where she had been loved the day before.

The same hands that had once pressed and rubbed against those surfaces were now holding a clean cloth, carefully tidying up the traces.

Perhaps because she knew she was blocked from masturbating anyway, she felt less aroused than yesterday.

Still, she had felt it with her mouth, received it with her hands, and down below… yes, she had. And now, she was erasing it with her own hands. Rio’s touch was gone, but its traces remained everywhere in her day.

“Ah, here too…” Seojin muttered quietly, lifting a cushion to see the stain beneath it.

She pouted, then glanced around the empty room before slowly brushing her own lips, recalling him yesterday with a touch that was barely there.

How embarrassing.

But she smiled quietly to herself.

Then, touching her face and noticing the smile on her lips, she gave an unnecessary cough, made the bed, opened the window, and tidied the room.

The cleaning took longer than she expected.

She hadn’t realized they’d made such a mess when she and Rio were wrecking the place. He usually called a cleaning service for his home, but since Seojin had started staying here, she had refused, not wanting to be seen by others. As a result, it was all her responsibility.

Seojin didn’t mind.

Tending to the space he lived in while he was away, quietly making it just how he’d like it. She was better suited to diligently finding work and keeping her body moving than being a rich family’s pet dog, idly wagging its tail.

After tidying the living room, she wanted to take a refreshing shower, but because of the device locked below, she couldn’t. Instead, Seojin simply tied her hair up.

Over the chastity belt, a plain tank top.

Her body was still clad in the traces of love, and though the clothes on her frame—a body perfect enough to be someone else’s fantasy—were plain, they looked like sporty doll clothes.

Perhaps that was because, seen from the outside, the house resembled a transparent dollhouse. Inside it, Seojin, wearing just a tank top, gazed quietly out the window.

Though it was well-appointed, to some it might have looked like she was trapped, but Seojin didn’t seem at all unhappy within that space.

I’m hungry.

It was different from yesterday.

After hearing her mention, while asking about her day, that she had practically starved, he had arranged for a full load of groceries to be delivered by dawn.

Seojin poured milk over the cereal on the table and ate it, one spoonful, then two. The taste, which she hadn’t had in a long time, was just so-so, but the day unfolding within it felt somehow gentle.

The street outside the window, the people moving about, and the quiet inside the house.

By the time she finished the cereal, she had unconsciously propped her arms on the table and rested her chin on them.

When he became an adult, he had planned to join the Special Forces, work his body hard, and dedicate himself to his country… He’d live without any time to spend money, and with his savings, he would try to help his parents quit their jobs, little by little.

A former life that didn’t match her current self in any way, not a single thing.

Believing since the training center that she couldn’t even call her parents with this voice, Seojin had been avoiding everything from her past, using the excuse that she was living in a different world, without any choice of her own.

She gently tapped her foot.

As if her mind had forcibly shut down in the face of an unsolvable problem, her foot gradually stopped moving. A weariness settled into her neck, visible below her tied-up hair, and her eyes were half-closed.

The cold sensation between her thighs, still unlocked, jolted her awake for a brief moment, and the thought that came to her was,

‘…Still, guarding the house alone is boring.’

Her thoughts only led back to him.

Was it a food coma? She rested her chin on her hands and slowly closed her eyes at the thought. She was guarding the house he had provided, a place she could never have dared to dream of, under the morning sun.

———Beep-beep-beep.

Then, at some point, the sound of the door opening made Seojin slowly open her eyes, her chin still resting on the table.

“……Huh?” Was she dreaming?

The sunlight outside was still streaming in strongly, and the midday warmth had seeped deep into the house, wrapping warmly around her arms and the nape of her neck.

But the rustling sound from the doorway was unmistakably the sound of a person.

“…Rio…?” The name slipped out like a habit.

But it was far too early for him to be back.

Still half-asleep, Seojin swallowed a long yawn and slowly walked toward the door.

“What’s going on? At this hour…”

Her T-shirt barely reached mid-thigh, and she was bare below the waist, but her mind, not yet fully awake, didn’t even register it.

“…Oh my.”

But the voice that answered was a woman’s. In an instant, Seojin’s half-closed eyes flew wider than she thought possible. Standing beyond the threshold was—

—a woman, pulling off her boots, using the handle of her suitcase for support.

A stylish beauty with a short haircut that coolly exposed the line of her neck, and a strangely androgynous feel.

Seojin blinked at the sight.

The strange woman did the same.

“…Seeing as the door lock is the same, I assume the owner is, too?”

Her voice was clear. She smiled nonchalantly, the corners of her lips turning up slightly.

For a moment, Seojin didn’t know what to say. No, she should have first thought about what she needed to cover.

Her own state: bare legs, and beneath her T-shirt, the feel of metal clasped to her inner thighs.

‘…Ah.’ Thank goodness the T-shirt is long. She finally realized she had almost shown herself in this state to a stranger.

Seojin instantly pulled down the hem of her T-shirt with both hands. She tried to act casual, even before greeting the woman, but a cold sweat was already forming on her back.

“The housekeeper?” the elegant woman asked.

“Or… the new lover?”

The strange woman glanced at Seojin and smiled sweetly. Her smile held no clear answer. Instead—

“Well, it’s a bit much to keep standing here in the entryway, isn’t it?”

She strode past Seojin with her long legs, as if it were nothing.

“Huh…?”

Seojin turned her head awkwardly. The suitcase was already over the threshold, and the woman had naturally slipped into a pair of house slippers.

Walking past the standing mirror and into the living room, she stopped in front of the sofa Seojin had worked so hard to clean, lightly smoothed the wrinkles of her short skirt, and sank onto it.

“Ah, that’s better.”

The woman crossed her legs as if it were the most natural thing in the world, leaned her upper body slightly, and rested an arm on the armrest.

The sight was like an act of layering another woman’s perfume over a house where Rio’s scent had not yet faded.

She exuded the strong scent of a mature woman, one that wouldn’t wash away even under a shower, and with a sophisticated smile, she scattered an unfamiliar comfort over the furniture as if she were the owner.

As Seojin belatedly followed, she felt that this woman, who acted as if she couldn’t be bothered, somehow felt similar to Rio.

“……”

Seojin pressed her lips together firmly.

She hadn’t showered after cleaning, she was a mess, wearing nothing but a tank top over a chastity belt. She quietly pulled the hem of her T-shirt down again with both hands.

“…Um, who…”

Seojin asked cautiously. The end of her words trembled slightly. Her pronunciation might not have even been clear.

In front of her—who had just woken up, with sleep still in her eyes—this woman was occupying her and Rio’s space, looking relaxed yet perfectly put together.

As soon as Seojin spoke, the woman slowly turned her gaze.

“The main wife?”

Her expression was nonchalant.

In fact, her expression was so devoid of surprise that it made Seojin’s question of ‘who are you’ feel like a belated greeting.

Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)

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